How foolish we were

Trying to predict where we’d be now

Trying to predict how we’d be now

being present is what we should’ve focused on

with each passing day, the memories get hazy

Clashing the mired reality of what was with cotton candied recollections of truth

Be present.

the mind, the body, our wills are in a constant battle with yesterday and tomorrow

today doesn’t even get a second glance

because “it’s already been conquered.”

But we must still be present…

Somehow.